Devilish Dream Boy Pampers Me to the Sky

Wen Jing, who was only a little startled, completely froze this time.

The tip of the nose still has the feeling left by the little girl's light touch, soft and sweet.

Some are wet and soft, with a petal-like touch.

It's terrible.

This feeling.

The numbness from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail made Wen Jing a little bit eager to talk dirty.

What's so good? What is the reward? ! Does this little girl know who she is talking to?

Watching Chu Ci open the white porcelain bottle next to him, pour out the powder and sprinkle it on his injured area, Wen Jing's eyelids jumped.

Well, this little girl probably really doesn't know.

The tip of his nose moved slightly, and he sniffed the wound medicine sprinkled on his paw.

A medium elixir, of average quality, a quality he had never used before.

Wen Jing doubted when the wound would heal with this elixir.

Then the little girl turned around and did not know where she took two small wooden boards.

Wen Jing:...

Seeing the expression in Chu Ci's eyes, Wen Jing staggered back two steps subconsciously and wanted to run, but Chu Ci grabbed him back again.

In the end, the front paws were tied and fixed by the wooden board, and Chu Ci stubbornly put something like a bandage on the small fire-colored hair ball, which seemed a bit nondescript and made Wen Jing very inconvenient to walk.

"Squeak." He squeaked in dissatisfaction, and the fixed paw waved in the direction of Chu Ci dissatisfied.

The little girl blinked, raised her hand to touch his head, and commented, "Cute."

Ye is a majestic fairy beast, he does not need to be cute.

Wen Jing looked at Chu Ci's innocent look, and exhaled, his small body squatted down, and his golden and red eyes looked at his bandaged hand, which seemed to be sulking.

"Be honest, there are rewards." Chu Ci stood up, and squeezed his ears easily.

Wen Jing didn't bother to pay attention to her. He squatted down, avoiding the hand that Chu Ci wanted to touch him, and lay down on the bed like this, watching Chu Ci turn around, raising his hand to start... clothes.

Wen Jing:? ? ?

The weather was not cold, and the little girl was wearing thinner clothes. Before Wen Jing had time to react, the dusty pink tunic had already been pulled down by her.

The thin and round shoulders, with a light pink color, and the few scratches on her arms, looked particularly dazzling on the fair skin.

She leaned slightly on her side, the small and exquisite chest on her chest, with a subtle arc, impacting the old monster who was single mother-to-be.

The little girl's movements didn't stop, she completely took off her clothes and threw them aside, then she took out a light blue dress from the cabinet next to her and put it on. This was to look up at him.

Her little nose wrinkled slightly, and after hearing Jing Jing, she glanced down at the bed sheet she had been lying on, the black paw prints, and the dust on the place rubbed by his hair.

Wen Jing:...

Chu Ci took advantage of Wen Jing's unresponsiveness, raised his hand to hold Wen Jing, and tapped the tip of his nose with his finger, "Little dirty ghost."

There is actually a feeling of being overwhelmed by a horse.

‘Wenjing’s love value +5, currently 14. ’

Wen Jing looked at the little girl with a serious look, thought about the fighting power the little girl had shown before, and thought about the injuries he was currently suffering, and finally confessed his life on the bed.

What do you want to do?